Sky Arena.

The fourth-tallest building in the world, with a height of 991 meters and a total of 251 floors, is a paradise for martial arts fans all over the world.

It was close to noon.

An ordinary civilian flying ship, which appeared above the airspace of the Republic of Batochia.

"That's the Sky Arena......"

Through the glass windows of the flying ship, Alves condescendingly views the Sky Arena.

After Alves left the Blighted Mountain, the Sky Arena was his next stop.

Soon after, the flying ship landed at the airport in the city of Athletics, and Alves flagged down a taxi outside the airport and headed straight for his destination.

The purpose of his trip was twofold.

The first is to hit the two hundred floors of the Sky Arena to increase his combat experience with those with telekinesis.

The second is to master the "practice" and "hair" in the four major lines, and create your own mental ability.

The taxi soon arrived at the Sky Arena, and Alves got out of the car after paying the fare.

"That's a lot of people."

Although it was already noon, there was still a long queue at the registration office on the first floor of the Sky Arena.

"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Shaking his head, Alves decided to stay at the Sky Arena Hotel first and come back early tomorrow morning to register.

All in all, he just didn't want to stand in line.

Alves' room was on the 101st floor of the Sky Arena, and shortly after he moved in, a waiter brought his ordered lunch.

After lunch, Alves took a break to recuperate.

In the past few days, he has started to practice "practice", but he has not yet started.

The "practice" in the four major lines, the key to cultivation lies in the words "gather" and "release".

By imagining, you can accumulate your thoughts in your body and release them in one breath.

This is the key point of "practice".

The whole afternoon was spent in Alves' cultivation, but Cheng was never able to practice for more than a second.

"It would be nice if there was any pressure from the outside world."

Alves wondered if if there was pressure from the outside world to help him learn to "practice" quickly.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Alves had already arrived on the first floor of the Sky Arena when it was just getting light.

He thought he was early enough, but what he didn't expect was that a line of about two hundred people had formed in front of him.

After about 1 hour, Alves finally completed the registration and became one of the participants in the Sky Arena.

In the wide hall on the first floor of the Sky Arena, there were more than two dozen fighting platforms neatly arranged, and a referee stood on each fighting platform.

Because the Sky Arena has about 4,000 contestants registered every day, and these people have different strengths, so each contestant has to participate in the first match here, and then arrange the contestants to a suitable floor according to their performance in battle.

It is equivalent to a positioning match in the game.

First-time participants can go up to the 50th floor.

If you are not a first-time registered participant, you will be arranged according to your previous results, and you can go up to the 150th floor.

Of course, in the second case, the contestant can refuse the judge's suggestion.

After entering the waiting area on the first floor, Alves didn't have to wait long before he heard his number on the radio.

"Players 252 and 322 are invited to go to the fighting platform in Area G for the competition."

The radio rang twice, and 252 was Alves' number.

Alves was soon in the ring, and across from him stood a fat big fat man, who gave Alves the first impression of a greasy sumo wrestler.

"If such a small person dares to sign up for the competition, I will squash you in a while."

When the opponent let out an urn roar, Alves's impression of him suddenly dropped to a freezing point.

"Competition...... Begin. ”

Under the referee's order, the big fat man roared angrily and pounced towards Alves.

"Ah......h

"Die......"

The big fat man thought that Alves was stupid because of him, and stood still in place.

However, he did not want to show mercy to his subordinates because of this, but looked forward to seeing Alves's tragic situation.

However, as soon as the word "bar" fell from his mouth, Alves threw a very swift punch.

Bang!

The big belly, which was full of fat, instantly sunken, the whole fat man flew upside down in the air, and the big round face with triple chin also became distorted due to the intense pain, unconsciously spitting yellow bile, and finally landed under the fighting platform.

This situation also made the referee of the fighting platform stunned for a moment, but after all, he had also seen strong winds and waves, and he quickly came back to his senses.

"Winner, No. 252."

After the referee gave the verdict, he hurriedly operated on the instrument in his hand a few times, and then tore off a proof of the game and handed it to Alves.

"Alves, please report on the 50th floor."

"No problem."

Alves took the proof of the match, turned around and walked off the arena, leaving the arena on the first floor.

Taking the elevator, Alves went all the way to the registration desk on the 50th floor, where he was about to register with the race certificate.

At this moment, a young man with green hair, ear pins, nose rings, and a green leather jacket squeezed next to Alves.

"Get out of here, Uncle Ben will come first......"

However, killing Matt did not squeeze Alves out, but was secretly pushed by Alves and flew out more than ten meters.

"Please help me register."

Alves registered as if nothing had happened, but after killing the young man Matt, the confusion in his mind dissipated, and anger immediately surged.

"You bastard, you dare to sneak up on Uncle Ben......"

Kill Matt shouted and pounced on Alves, but in the next second, he was stunned by Alves's shock.

At this moment, Alves exuded evil thoughts that frightened him.

Although there were a few hiccups in the registration process, Alves was able to register quickly.

"If you can, arrange a match for me as soon as possible, and I want to hit a hundred floors today."

"I'm sorry, I can't call the shots, but I'll report your request truthfully."

Alves also knew that the registrar did not have the right to arrange a fight, but he just wanted her.

"I'm sorry for you."

Alves took the envelope containing the prize money for the 152 Rings Contest and turned and walked to the vending machine on the side.

In the tournament bonus rules of the Sky Arena, 152 Rings is the same prize money that all participants on the 1st floor can receive after the end of the match, without any exceptions.

This amount of money is only enough to buy a bottle of juice.